Chapter 104: Cured
Murong He: "..." If he hadn't been educated since childhood that, as the eldest brother, he should uphold the family's dignity, should remain unruffled even with troops at the city walls and maintain composure in the face of surprise, that he must preserve his demeanor and maintain a calm, steady image in any situation, Murong He would have wanted to just grab this brother in front of him right now, tie him up with a rope, and drag him home for a lesson.
[兵临不乱，处惊不变 (bīng lín bù luàn, chǔ jīng bù biàn): lit. Not flustered by troops at the walls, not changed by encountering surprise; fig. Remain calm and composed in the face of danger or unexpected events.]
Rong Yu smiled very gently: "Big Brother, wake up. You can't beat me."
Rong Yu pointed at his own face: "You've shown everything you want to say right on your face, Big Brother. This won't do. Demeanor, you must pay attention to your demeanor, the Murong family's demeanor!"
Murong He took a deep breath: "Your coming out has already become known to everyone. What dignity do you think the Murong family has left?"
Rong Yu put the spoon in his mouth, savoring the taste of the coffee: "So, the old man places such importance on this thing, but actually it's not that big of a deal, right? Look, I've already completely disgraced our family's dignity, but haven't we still had all our meals at home? Those two words aren't even worth a few bowls of rice. There's really no need to carry it on your head every day. How boring!"
Murong He opened his mouth, seeming to want to refute something, but couldn't think of any suitable words to retort for a moment, so he could only close his mouth again.
Rong Yu then said: "You see, after maintaining your demeanor for so long, you've even forgotten how to swear properly."
Murong He: "Yu'er, you weren't like this before."
These words seemed to hit a certain point. Rong Yu suddenly fell silent.
Murong He: "When did it start? You gradually became more cheerful. From being silent and aloof, indifferent to everything, you became eloquent and sweet-tongued. Classmates started liking to get close to you, and teachers also liked to praise you."
Rong Yu propped his chin with one hand, as if careless: "Perhaps it's because the long-term treatment has finally taken effect. After all, the psychologist got paid."
Murong He: "Is that really the case?"
Rong Yu playfully blinked: "Big Brother, what's wrong with you today? What exactly are you trying to say?"
Murong He looked at Rong Yu with a serious expression: "Yu'er, have you really, truly been cured?"
"Of course. Didn't you just say it yourself?" Rong Yu showed an expression of helplessness: "If I hadn't been cured, how could I have become like I am now?"
Rong Yu: "Gentle, reasonable, sunny, cheerful, good at communication, good at socializing, able to quickly integrate into every kind of environment, making people find me friendly and approachable, like a ray of sunshine."
"Aren't these exactly the qualities the old man and mom always wanted me to have?"
"Doesn't this sufficiently prove that I have already been cured?" Rong Yu curved his lips into a standard, gentle smile, his eyes bending like crescents: "Big Brother, sometimes, you just think too much, make things too complicated. You should think of it this way: your third brother was very sick when he was little. The illness was severe, making him seem listless, uninterested in anyone."
"But mom and dad didn't give up on him. Instead, they found him many, many doctors, tried every method to cure his illness, never minding how much money was spent because they felt that as long as they could cure their youngest son's illness, they were willing to pay any price."
"They really are very, very good parents, truly," Rong Yu slightly lowered his eyes, seeming to fall into recollection: "They really tried their best in their own way to love this youngest son, finding him the best doctors to treat his illness, using the most advanced and best equipment for his treatment, even taking turns staying by his bedside through the night, wiping away his sweat and tears as he suffered from the pain of the illness."
"Through their efforts, their youngest son finally endured the treatment and recovered, becoming how a normal person should be." Rong Yu pointed at himself: "This is how he is now. Big Brother, how can you question the old man and mom's perfect masterpiece? How can you question the doctors' superb medical skills?"
Murong He's brows were tightly furrowed, his gaze towards Rong Yu growing increasingly profound.
A long time later, he let out a nearly imperceptible sigh: "Yu'er, what I actually want to say is, no matter what you become, you are still our brother. This is an unchangeable fact."
Rong Yu blinked: "I know. I've never doubted mom and the old man's feelings, so a plotline about having the same mother but different fathers probably won't appear in our family."
Murong He: "...That's not what I meant."
Rong Yu: "Big Brother, you have to understand, you're not a woman. Don't pack so many meanings into one sentence for me to guess, guess, guess, and then have to correct me when I guess wrong."
Murong He silently took out a black box. Sealed on top were golden characters, and next to the golden characters was a bright red rose.
The moment Rong Yu saw the box, his eyes instantly lit up. He reached out, took the box, opened it, and saw the familiar, exquisitely packaged small perfume bottle lying quietly in the box lined with gold velvet.
"Thank you, Big Brother! I'll get going then! I'll transfer the money for the perfume to your account later!" Rong Yu hugged the box and stood up.
Murong He: "..." I really am just an emotionless black card swiping machine.
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